“She wants to take us to lunch,” he said. “Let’s go to the sanctuary.” The Karori Sanctuary, that is. Renamed Zealandia. And so we went.
The selection of counter food looked old, tired, yesterday’s. I chose a BLAT (bacon, lettuce, avocado, tomato … as I’m sure you know) in toasted Turkish bread off the menu. That would be fresh.
It came. The filling soaked in a generous soaking of tomato sauce. OH DEAR!
The Turkish bread tasted like Mother’s Pride. Nothing but the cheapest.
His chicken & mushroom pie casing cracked open like baked clay. The filling a thin base layer under empty hot air.
Her fish & chips looked all right.
But, what a shame. Fantastic location. Crap food. Not recommended.